Warm woorde wat brand
Digkuns word geskryf
Die pen is my liefde
Die papier is jou lyf
‘n Vloeiende handskrif
Poësie regoor jou vel versier
My woorde is joune
Vlammende plesier
Jy is as myne gemerk
Ingeëts, uitgekerf
Drange word gedig
Passie word geverf
My ink vloei deur jou
Nakend – jou vel gevlek
Twee liggame verkeer intiem
In ‘n woordlose gesprek
WITHIN ARE PIECES OF ME
Words from the introverse.
poetry, thoughts, quotations
'n venster na 'n ander wêreld
Fresh Randomness
In a world of poems, words steal love and put it on a blackboard
Existential. Romantic. I write in shades of cool. I read in times of day. 20-nothing.
Welkom...by jou Afrikaanse tuiste.
Home of Retford Writers Group
When all the stars flower in the sky
vuurklip se blog
Ek herhaal jou...sonder begin of einde
what if poems could be symphonies, and people their orchestra?
My art is the child of my imagination!
The immeasurable terrors of her mind...
Life is the Messy Bits
The dark should be afraid of me now
"An idea is never given to you without you being given the power to make it reality"
Henri Dunn 